The Struggle Lyrics
[Brian Pretus]
Bite old breaks
Belly aches
No worries and no strife
No soul left
Don't need it
Struggle is my life
[Zach Quinn]
But now I'm rotten to the core
My thought are black my liver sore
A bitter stain on the old blow up bed
Heart deflated as my mattress wears my head
And dream I'm younger still instead
[Brian Pretus]
Bite old breaks
Belly aches
No worries and no strife
No soul left
Don't need it
Struggle is my life
[Zach Quinn]
But while I've found a way to cope
A building is woken, made whole
I'vе lost my faith in you, the common man
Abandoned and condemnеd by all his peers
Ashamed and scared at fifteen years
I learned to fight to function here
Chronically missed dying [?]
I practiced saying I'm now self-[?]
No thanks, fuck you, I'm headed nowhere
Because I know where's serving dollar pitcher draft
And I'm beelining there for laughs
And Brian's poured the other half